Book: Halfway to his

Simply put: there is no absolute good and no absolute evil, but the recipes connecting these components in different proportions - a great many!

They say that motherhood changes a woman. Nonsense! Does not change. Only deepens the channel of those rivers that no longer flow through her soul.

... it is wrong to spill your pain on the fields of other people's hearts.

There are people and not freaks, and smart, and healthy, and... useless.

If two unbearable creatures find a common language, will become intolerable the lives of all the others.

People who are accustomed to free relationship with society, tolerate the feeling of freedom and interpersonal relationships. This is correct, by the way: does it matter who warms your bed, if you are good together? No. What goes on behind closed doors, nobody has to worry about. But this idiot opened the doors wide open!

Resentment over the poor girl vinegar poured all over my tongue, adding thoughts and words of sharpness.

Think about it: if you come two person, professionally involved in the murder, but at the same time on the faces of these thugs clearly read the sentence, to worry and worry about this silly. And dangerous. Better to calm down and weigh all the "pros" and "cons" in order not to miss the only chance that will help you to get out of the trap.

To be tolerant means to accept someone the right to act as he sees fit and proper. It is very difficult, by the way! Especially when you know better...

I try not to pay attention to the problem. In the idiotic hope that the problem will get tired of my indifference and disappear...

To open the door easier than to open the heart, really, who doesn't know how to do the first, not trained, and second...

... In memory pounded thousands of necessary and unnecessary information, but for the most part, these vile creatures turned back to me, and it is impossible to understand which of them to pull the shoulder...

There's nothing worse than a NAP, this strange dance of consciousness in the precarious edge between deep sleep and wakefulness quagmire. Eyes closed, muscles relaxed, but don't get the little they grant act, usually committed at night, when all things altered or postponed for tomorrow and for a few hours until dawn belong to you and only you... No rest, which the body obtains only in the absence of consciousness.

If everything goes smoothly if the road to the cliff?